Adria sighed, resting her rifle over her shoulder as she sat on the back of her airspeeder, scanning the landscape, now was not the most pleasing of times, and even a spot of hunting was dooing little to ease the concerns this ressurected Emperor brought to the lone female amongst the Supreme Moffs - she scowled, this was approaching on frustrating, usually hunting brought up her mood, but at the moment she could barely bring herself to make sport of anything the paradise world had to offer.

Khali, her Vornskyr, slumped at her feet, sharing her mistresses lethargy in a far more open way - Adria sighed and considered contacting Jendob over these recent events, she thought better of it, she'd wouldn't go crawling to him for information. She might have been depressed, but she hadn't lost any edge of her pride - she'd have to get the information out of someone else.

With a sigh she slammed the blaster into its case grumpily and grabbed the slug-thrower instead, it was allways more satisfying to fire even if she didn't hit anything. She cocked the weapon and loaded it, glancing sulkily to another landspeeder not to distant - her Royal Guard had learnt to keep some element of distance, but that didn't make their constant presence any less annoying, she snapped her rifle closed, dismissing a thought as to wether or not the darksiders would make particularily fun game._________________
+ Mandalorians were somewhat win allready before Traviss came along, bound them in leather and rode them like ponies +